I grew up in two places. I was born in Sarasota, Florida where I lived the first decade of my life. Sarasota is typical a suburb: traffic, postage stamp lawns, and fast food chains. I would play under the oak tree in our backyard collecting acorns, my early thoughts on nature interrupted by the sound of a PA system: “Attention, Wal-Mart shoppers…”
With the memories of pavement under my feet, I grew up someplace wild. My parents wanted to move back to New York state, where they grew up, so they bought a log cabin that sat on a couple of acres in the woods. The nearest fast food restaurant wasn’t even in our school district. We had a blueberry patch. I became a young well water lover and advocate. I played in the snow.
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